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Luna gasped for breath as she bent down low into the shadows of the trees, trying to hide from her predator. Sweat beaded off the ends of her blue mane. In her eyes, she could still see the image, the image of the nightmare chasing her. "I need to run."
"Run, run where?" came her voice. A deep seductive voice that wormed itself into Luna's ears, tugging the weak princess into her thrall. She stepped into the open light of the moon, illuminating her pitch black fur and slanted-iris eyes, the exact same color as the princess's. "And where would you go, my precious little Luna?" she hissed. "We still have so much fun left ahead of us."
"No!" Luna gasped as she took off again, eyes wild with fear. It mattered little how far she could run though, because the nightmare would catch up to her just as quickly and always just a minute behind, deliberately. "I won't let you have me," she cried at the top of her lungs. "My body is my own!"
"Oh, but sharing is caring, and you have no one left to care for you," the nightmare sung into her ears. "Nopony loves you, not even your sister. Nopony, but me. I still love you, Luna, or do you hate yourself just that much."
"You're lying!" Luna tripped, landing in a sparkling puddle, surrounded by the snickering trees of the forest. "I'm loved!" she yelled, pleaded and cried.
"Well of course you are," the nightmare gushed as she stepped into Luna's view, drawing closer. "I love you, and you love me."
Luna tried to draw back, but she slipped, landing right back in the puddle, her stomach exposed to the hungry beast. "You can't," she pleaded. "Please, don't..."
"Don't what? Show you the only love you could ever hope for?" she caressed the princess's cheek. "It's not something to be ashamed of. We all want to feel loved. The strongest, the weakest, the hardest, the softest." She ran a hoof down the princess's silky stomach. "It's only natural."
Luna shuddered as she felt the nightmare's icy slipper slid down her body. Their eyes met in one terrible moment, under the light of the moon, and she saw her corrupt twisted self. "No, don't," she whimpered.
"What was that? Do?" Nightmare Moon sneered in her twisted happiness as she caressed the Luna's little wings with her other hoof. "You're so beautiful, but nopony will tell you that. They shun you. Can you live without their words and voices? Shut your heart away?" She drew the cold trembling and wet princess closer. "Can you," she teased. "You can't, you know."
"I- I..." She felt a tear run down her cheek. Was everything she said true?
"But it's all right now," she whispered softly as she their noses touched. "We can love each other, and we can love ourselves. It won't matter what they all say then, right? It's better than nothing, right?" Their lips finally touched, and Nightmare Moon could finally taste herself in Luna after her tantalizing chase. It was a familiar coldness that gave her strength, and a twisted sense of love. "It's fine now, little Luna, because we can love each other."
"No," Luna answered her.
"What?"
"I don't love you," Luna told her.
"But, I'm you. I'm a part of you. I came from you!" Nightmare Moon dropped her back in the puddle. "How can you not love me if I'm you!"
Luna stared back at her silently, the lonely moon reflecting in her eyes. "I don't."
Nightmare Moon felt her heart stop. Cold numbness took over her head as Luna continued to stare back at her, weak and pathetic, unloved and unloving. "You... are nothing..." she hissed.
"What?"
"You are nothing!" Nightmare Moon roared as she bit into Luna's shoulder, tasting and reveling in her bittersweet blood. She wrapped her hooves around the object of her self-resentment and forced herself onto the princess. "What are you without me? If you don't have love, you can at least have hate!"
Luna struggled against the fiend, but she was stronger, meaningfully stronger as she felt her darkness wrap around her. "Hating them won't get me love back," she whimpered. "I'll just go the rest of my life without love."
"No, I won't have that! I won't be unloved! I'll make you love yourself if I have to do it myself!" Nightmare Moon bit into Luna again, pressing herself against the princess, her starry mane immersing her into the darkest depth on her unloved heart as her ghostly tail invaded her marehood.
"No, stop," Luna squeaked. "I don't want this..."
"You don't know what you want any more, you lonely fool," Nightmare Moon yelled at her. "But I will change that. Tonight, you will feel love, you will feel what it's like to love and be loved! You'll love it."
A deep and terrible warmth was building up in Luna, like fire, deep below her stomach. It was comforting and painful all at once, trying to break free and pour out into the rest of her. She feared it would consume her.
"Doesn't it feel good," Nightmare Moon whispered into her ears, her breath colder than the night.
"No," Luna lied. Within Nightmare Moon's mane, all she could see was the stars of the night, shining their light on her as the fire within her tried to burn away her insides. She felt Nightmare Moon press tighter against her, and she couldn't move against it. She felt those silky wings wrap her up and engulf her in complete darkness. There was nothing anymore.
Celestia whistled to herself as she trotted down the halls of her castle. She had a rather generous slice of cake balanced on her back, but she didn't care. She had earned this slice after weeks of dieting. "Although, I could escape a few calories if I shared this with Luna. Yes! She's been working hard in her own way." She couldn't help but like the idea of Luna gaining a few pounds as well. "We could diet together." She trotted up to the door to her sister's room, raised her hoof, and paused. She could hear struggling from within.
"Please, let me go."
"You need this and you know it."
"I just want to be left alone."
"You cannot live without something to live for."
"It hurts."
"It hurts because I love you."
Celestia had heard enough. With her sister's tear soaked face in her eyes she turned and bucked open the door. "Get your hooves off my little sister!" she ordered with enough authority to make the gods stop and bow before her. She looked around, ready to strike Luna's attacker, but found nothing. Rather, she found Luna, alone in bed, back towards her, and as fine as can be. "Luna?"
"Sister," Luna replied quickly, not moving an inch.
"Uh, was there somepony else in this room?" Celestia asked, confused. "I, uh, heard voices."
"We- I didn't!" Luna replied even quicker. "Tis just I in here, sister."
Celestia, still confused, inspected her sister closer. One of her hooves was out of view, in front of Luna, and seemed to be stretched downwards. "Oh!" Celestia gasped. "Well, I will, uh, leave you here, with yourself."
"We would appreciate that," Luna answered her.
"Yes, I'm glad." Celestia walked away slowly from the scene.
"Sister, perhaps you could leave that slice of cake..."
"Of course." Celestia had lost her appetite. Cake was nothing to her now. "Have a good night."
"We... I will..."
Celestia, at the throes of the door, sighed and turned back to Luna. "Luna, get some help, please." She gently closed the door.
"..."
Luna found herself chained in a dark and terrible bakery, broken and too tired to escape. The head chef, Nightmare Moon, waltzed into her view, smiling at her with a large slice of cake between her legs. "You will eat all of it."
